The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

the more the governor talks the more clear delight's fatal flaw becomes. sheepishly the corners of his mouth pull down into a grimace. it's sympathetic and a little ashamed. "ah, see, i thought i was the one who made it awkward. i shouldn't have told you that -- i mean i didn't want to tell you because i was afraid of hurting your feelings, but i thought.. it doesn't matter, that was stupid of me." gathering his nerves he takes a step closer, reaching out to touch alarian's honeyed cheek. "i haven't -- hadn't -- had sex since... for a long time. i didn't know what i wanted -- that's what was awkward. not you. but i'm glad we.. did that. and i do want us, although we should probably say what us is," he adds, almost jokingly, the nerves in his voice keeping it just shy of teasing.

giving him a quick lick delight steps back and offers a smile. "i can work with scared," he tells him, "because i'm scared too. it's.. a complicated situation for us, right?" with the, yknow. queenie. and runion's murder. and alarian's past like ghosts ready to leap out around every corner and delight's threatening melancholy and fast growing children. but people in stranger circumstances have made it work. he's sure they can too.